Making memories with mama

Doing this skit for mother's day really makes me think about my relationship with my mother. She turns 61 this Friday and suddenly, I realise I am at the age where I first noticed her getting old. It surprisingly coincides with the time I became a teenager, but I am sure adolescent angst had nothing to do with the way I perceived her. (tongue firmly in cheek)

At 37, my mother was grumpy - alot. Everything I did annoyed her. I remember there was once I came home from school and was sitting at the table talking to her when suddenly, suddenly, she flew into a rage because I was sitting around in my uniform. It was confusing, it was like "you just noticed? I been sitting here for 30 minutes!"

At 37, my mother was not very sociable. She went to work, she came home. No parties, no exercise, no trips to visit people, nothing. It bothered me that she was quite happy pottering around her plants, or sitting in semi-darkness, listening to Tamil film music from the 40s and 50s. Aren't people who need people the luckiest people? I didn't get it.

At 37, my mother was very tired. She slept alot, in the afternoons, early in the evenings, on a bus, in a cab. All the time.

Now that she is 61, she is one of the most happening women. Her days are packed with morning runs, social visits, trips to JB, gatherings, parties. Ever since semi-retirement, its like her life really took off.

And I am tired. and grumpy. and not very sociable.

We have come full circle.

Restaurant Review - Wild Honey

One of the best things about this flexi-schedule that I have adopted is the opp to meet friends and angels for weird middle of the day meals and chit chat sessions. Had one recently with one of my goondu friends at an amazing brunch place called Wild Honey, located at the third floor of the Mandarin Gallery.

Ok, this is not, I repeat NOT, a cheao eats place. Brunch set us back about $70 bucks. When I say us, I mean him, because he was sweet enough to treat me after he noticed that I almost went into cardiac arrest upon looking at the menu/ price board.

But, oh, was it good.

I had the English Breakfast and the nectar of the gods for a drink. Except they call it Wild Mocha Dolce. It was the first time I was served more bacon than I could eat. The sauteed mushrooms were perfect, as was the link sausage and the most heavenly scrambled eggs. The toast was about as thick as my index finger and wonderfully buttered. My dining partner has the most atas looking eggs benedict, which tasted really good, and I dont really like eggs ben, so there you go.

And then we just figuratively popped our pants and sat there for another hour, like pythons that has swallowed a whole pig each. And talked. And dreamed. And were quiet together. AIn't it grand to have friends you can be quiet with? That you don't have to entertain. Or be entertained by.

The best thing about that morning, besides the great feed, was finding a place in your soul where you didn't feel rushed, and then finding a physical space that didn't rush you either. In Singapore at least, seldom do the twain meet.


Post note: I just went to hungrygowhere to read the reviews on Wild Honey and was really surprised to read all the really bad reviews on the food and service. My exprrience was nothing like that. Maybe they have pulled up their socks after those reviews. Or maybe all those reviewers went on weekends that are never good for any brunch place anyway. We went on the a Thursday.

But ya, I had a divine experience and I think you should try it for yourself.

Theatre Review - Chicago

Having booked tickets for this show in November, one can only imagine the excitement and anticipation that went into watching this at the magnificent Esplanade Theatre. Our seats were excellent, in the middle of the floor, literally. So, without further ado, it is on with the show.

And the brillant Aussie cast did not disappoint. From the amazing choreography of all the dance sequences to the amazing band that spent the entire time of stage, it was a great musical experience. It amazed me how much like a younger Madonna "Roxie" looked. Also amazing was the 8 foot tall (or so it seemed) Kitty, who literally had legs that went on for miles and a six-pack that would make any Manhunt contestant cringe in shame.

The ensemble cast did it for me more than any of the main parts, their collective talents going into making Chicago the great production that it is. Like the band, they too spent their off-stage time, on stage, sitting in chairs next to the wings and watching the actors like it was the first time they had seen this musical.

Of course no show is ever perfect and this one had its down moments too. Not too many, thankfully and probably none that will be noticed by the average audience member.

For one, Velma looked a little winded about halfway into the 1st half and when she lifted that obviously-too-heavy chair above her head, I really thought she was gonna brain herself in the head. It was a bit worrying, because they were only 3 days into the run, and she already looked sligghtly tired. Maybe it was the jetlag.

The other thing was this. While it is great that they had a black man in the production, they might have wanted to check if he could do a Mid-western accent before they gave him lines! It kind of ruined it for me that he had sort of Jamiacan-immigrant meets Cockney accent. Messed with my suspension of disbelief, as it were.

And yes, that was really his butt. He had a good coloured man butt. Get over it. Sheesh.(Sorry, a bit of passive agression there. But you won't beleive how much conversation that poor man's posterior elicited.)

If you have seen it yet, please go. The movie can't even compare, Richard Gere notwithstanding:)

Showing at the esplanade till 9 May 2010.

Where I have been for the past 3 months

Ever made a really big mistake and then realised that maybe that was just God's way of waking you up to the plans He has for you?

If I have to assign meaning to the last three months, then I think that would be it. Taking the job at [that company] was the wrong thing to do, but I am something right came out of it.

So the plan now is to see how stepping out of the safety of the career-boat is going to change my life. Putting priorities right is the most important thing to do, and yet its amazing how many of us get stuck in the "must have job" rut.

I am totally trusting God for this. Not myself, not my friends, not my connections, only him.

Am excited to see what God's gonna do. I think the last time I said that, was ten years ago.